Great events turn on small hinges, listen for the creaks |
Yesterday Lost in veils, yesterday, locked in times gone by; with all the things I've thrown away, and things I didn't try Things I never thought were mine, lit hearts too loud to hold; spirits bright, with too much shine, souls vibrant, lively... bold A bird in flight, too bright to cage, a phoenix burning hot; as mercury climbs up the gauge, and alcohol is shot through glassen veins, pushed, pumping loud, too loud to be ignored; passing through a heart too proud, too proud to cede it's floored Taken out with little more, a laugh, a look... a smile; touched down to its very core, a presence to beguile still white flags don't fly easily, as easy as they should; with winds gusting round breezilly, confused... misunderstood A flaming bird spun on the wind, with wings a blazing flame; extinguished, tied down, clipped and pinned, would be a sin to tame A heart that beats to Pavlov's bell, a mind set square, rejects; controlling when the ringers tell, for whom they toll.... select In silence as minds ponder, play, despite the constant thrall; where restless hearts will wander, stray, without a siren's call Whispered on a wind blown tryst, with ghosted questions posed; considering the windows missed, and doors that have been closed To live ashamed of what we see, truths hid behind our lies never thought you could want me, could never quite see why Why something dropped down, heaven sent, a heartbeat awed, refrains; beaten with such echoes spent, ... the glitter still remains with time spent errant, wishing, ... another chance, another day; a life forever fishing, for the one that got away A rime that burns and twinges, crawls, on edge, out in the wings; great times turn, on hinges small, subtle are such swings The creakings of a closing gate, you cannot just ignore; the drawing of a bolt and plate, the shutting of a door Hollow outcomes, incomplete, there's pride before that fall; would've been there in a beat, if my heart received the call Praying that it might be found, with orisons ignored; envious of common ground, that could've been explored Thoughts and dreams forsaken, lost in shadows now, they live; the times I wished I'd taken, ... the things I'd like to give If only I'd felt worthy, of the treasure that's on show; lonely, tried... too blind to see, ... pushed far as I could go A fable in the making, scarred, a symphony of dreams; but giving without taking's hard ... it ain't as easy as it seems When trains roll out the station, slow, thoughts get carried down the track; it gets lost in translation, low, ... it gets left missing, in the black with all the things I've tried to say, 'midst all the things I didn't try; lost in veils, yesterday, locked down, lost in times gone by |